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This is my thoughts. Whether you want to admit it or not this is us, the non full bloods.
The In-Between People
The Old Ones, of many paths on this Earth,
say that the in-between places are those of power,
the veiling of twilight, the glimmering of dawn,
the challenge of the river, the crossing of paths.
Here, they say, is where the greatest Medicine
can be worked.
Why then, do some say that we, of in-between blood,
Walk apart from the power, and are not truly of the People,
No matter how strongly our heartbeat matches the drum?
We are the in-between places of the heart,
We are the power of that which is not only two,
but also the horizon of things yet unseen.
Bring your hearts to us, for ours are seared with waiting,
Bring your dreams to us, for we have long been dreaming,
We are the gates, woven of willow and thorns, to new worlds
In ways we ourselves do not understand without you.
When you come to us, the in-between ones, look beyond
The traces of more than one People's blood, look!
And see, see how our souls stretch, and arch to the sky,
Making a sacred hoop for you, for all our Peoples,
Woven of our love, our pain, our pride, and our need,
To know that you, who are the true color of Mother Earth,
Can accept the other pigments blended into Earth's ochre,
We pray to hear you call to us, in the old ways,
with flute and smoke, knowing that we,
the in-between, dance a new song of power.
@Patricia Phillips
Taken from her book "Freddie Came Home and Other Coyote Tales"
This is my thoughts. Whether you want to admit it or not this is us, the non full bloods.
The In-Between People
The Old Ones, of many paths on this Earth,
say that the in-between places are those of power,
the veiling of twilight, the glimmering of dawn,
the challenge of the river, the crossing of paths.
Here, they say, is where the greatest Medicine
can be worked.
Why then, do some say that we, of in-between blood,
Walk apart from the power, and are not truly of the People,
No matter how strongly our heartbeat matches the drum?
We are the in-between places of the heart,
We are the power of that which is not only two,
but also the horizon of things yet unseen.
Bring your hearts to us, for ours are seared with waiting,
Bring your dreams to us, for we have long been dreaming,
We are the gates, woven of willow and thorns, to new worlds
In ways we ourselves do not understand without you.
When you come to us, the in-between ones, look beyond
The traces of more than one People's blood, look!
And see, see how our souls stretch, and arch to the sky,
Making a sacred hoop for you, for all our Peoples,
Woven of our love, our pain, our pride, and our need,
To know that you, who are the true color of Mother Earth,
Can accept the other pigments blended into Earth's ochre,
We pray to hear you call to us, in the old ways,
with flute and smoke, knowing that we,
the in-between, dance a new song of power.
@Patricia Phillips
Taken from her book "Freddie Came Home and Other Coyote Tales"
keep what you got
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